You and Me

It has always been you and me

Always and forever

Beginning to end

It was you and me in kindergarten

and in middle school

Just you and me in high school too

Together you and me made it through

We've had each others backs

No matter the attack

Just you and me

Forever to be

But eventually you and me weren't enough

Because you could no longer be tough

And then you jumped that night

And now it's just me

and only me

(This is inspired by an animation I saw)

First our dog, Max, went missing

He was the there in the evening,

but the next morning he was not

We aren't completely sure where he went

There's been talk in the town of a creature

One who stalks the woods at night

No one has completely seen it

But they say it becomes parts of what it takes

My sister went missing

She was here yesterday evening

this morning she was not

She had said she wanted to look for Max

Of course I miss her

but I don't want to see her again

Because I'm worried that it won't really be her

That it will be it instead

I'm worried it will have her arms instead of deer legs,

her hands instead of hooves

I'm worried it will have her green eyes,

instead of normal dark deer eyes

I'm don't want to see her again

I'm scared that I will

I'm scared that it will be

The deer instead

Everyone takes things for granted

You and me have abandoned

the seeds that we planted

So many years ago

But not many years more

And the Earth will be at war

because we seem to continue to ignore

All the damage that we to do to her

Oh how mother nature cries

because no matter how wise we are

Will will be her demise

And so she cries and cries

Look up at the big blue sky

Really look with your eyes

It's very high

One day we will all die

Without appreciating the big blue sky

I have to be the best

Yes I must be the best

It is always a test

I am top of the class

and looking through the glass

It's like a nauseating gas

If I'm not the best then I must be the worst

It's my curse

And its a thirst that can never be quenched

Whenever I'm the worst

my inside is an outburst

Because I can never stoop down to the worst

I'm in a starting position for my sport

I am always on the court

And I am glad to report

That I never reach short

Whenever I am out

All I feel is doubt

Because I cannot be proud

when I am out

It is not a good habit

But I can never admit it

Because I really don't want to be spotlit

I don't do it to be mean

I don't want to be seen

But when I am not the best

I feel that I don't deserve rest

I was there almost your whole life

We even grew up together

You first thought me into existence as a child,

no older than two

Being an only child, you needed someone to play with

We played hide and seek, sardines, and everything in between

Then you started to grow up

When you were five, you had your first day of kindergarten

It was also mine too, but I was mostly there for you

I stayed near to you, and you near to me

It was a scary day, but we stayed with each other

You only cried once

Slowly as the days went on, you started to make friends

real ones

But you never forgot me

You always left me a seat at the table, even if you're friends couldn't see me

By the time you were seven, you had gotten friend making down

You could make friends with anyone

Unfortunately, your grade is where drama started

You didn't know what it really was at first

So you would talk to me about it and everything going on

I tried to provide advice,

sometimes it worked

But I didn't know much myself

In third grade, a girl in your class called you ugly

At home that day to cried to me

You asked me, "Am I ugly?"

I spent that afternoon assuring you that you are beautiful

because you are

We borrowed your mom's make-up and I talked you through a make over

It may not have been great, you but you were still stunning

When you started middle school you realized that not everyone had an imaginary friend

So some days you left me behind

I didn't mind

I just wanted to make sure you were happy

You would still tell me all about your day when you came home

Middle school was also when the bullying started

They would call you names and pull your hair

You didn't tell your parents, just me

Sometimes it made you cry

But I tried my best to cheer you up

Usually it worked

Some people also made fun of you when they found out about me

You would talk about it, and then assure me you would never forget me

But eventually, it got to you

There were days you came home and cried, and ignored me

By high school, there were days I completely faded away

I'm not sure if you started to forget me, or got rid of me

I was lucky if you talked to me once a month

But I didn't mind

It was part of life

I was there when you moved to college

It was a big change

But you seemed to enjoy it

For me though, I was only there for a day every now and then

You really had started to forget me

Now here we are, a few weeks from your graduation

I can feel myself fading away, my arms and legs are disappearing

But I don't mind

I know you'll do fine

Good-bye

Oakdale is a small town. It's a small and nice town, filled with good people. Oak trees are all over this town, that's where the name comes from. As any town does, plenty of stories come from those woods. So, don't go looking too deep. Visitors should stay on designated visitor trails when out for a forest stroll. Don't talk to anyone you see that is off the path. Anyways- there are many great restaurants and stores. Dan's butchery is known for its amazing meat! Don't ask what the chili is made of . There are some stories going around about Deadly Dan, sorry I mean Dan, that could ruin his reputation. What's in the meat? I thought I just said don't ask that. No worries! It includes Ms. Smith, Dr. Daniel, and little Mavis. Huh? Oh, I mean't that they help with the process in the kitchen. Are you crazy? Moving on to entertainment. There's a local book store with lots of choices. They even have old skin bound books if that's more your style. Did I mean leather bound? No, but yes let's go with that. There's also a bakery in downtown. They sell brownies, cookies, and everything in between. Sometimes they make you feel a little tipsy. Are they spiked? No silly! Spiking something has malicious intent. This is all good fun! Let's meet some residents now! First is Mr. Sullivan. Him and his girlfriend Ms. Sanders live in the beautiful historic downtown district! Ms. Jones and him love to take walks around the gorgeous area. Ms. Hernandez writes in the nature section of the news paper! Who am I talking about? Well Ms. Jenny of course! I've said several different names? Oh, I do apologize. It's so hard to keep track of them all. Poor Mr. Sullivan and his girls; they keep going missing and turning up dismembered. Mr. Sullivan is pretty unlucky. You know speaking of, I haven't see Ms. Jenny in a week or so. Ah well, she's probably fine! On to Mrs. Anderson! She is very well known in Oakdale. She doesn't like children very much though. Does she eat them? Oh goodness, did you hear about the rumor of screaming coming from her basement? Yes? It was one time! The child was very really rude, so she snapped at him and he got mad and started screaming. Where is he now you ask? Well he is missing, and I did say that she...snapped...at him. He probably just ran off to sulk about it. Oh ignore the blood stain over there, I suppose clean up crew hasn't gotten to it yet. Let's circle back around to the nature. Oakdale has plenty of public parks. They have playgrounds for the kids, and walking paths for anyone! Some even have trails through the woods. What's that weird shallow hole over there? Is there an arm sticking out of it you ask? Oh, poor Tommy...don't mind that. So, what are you thinking about Oakdale so far?

It has been two months since his death. My sweet Thomas's death. This grief is overwhelming. Everything reminds me of him. The color green was his favorite on anything. He loved stargazing in the middle of the night. Even seeing his favorite candy in the store can bring me to tears. I miss him. Oh, I miss him it's unbearable. He was so veracious. Anytime we had an argument, he would always tell me his honest truth. He would also make sure that neither of us went to bed angry, even if our conflict wasn't resolved yet. He was never indolent. He put his whole heart into everything he did, especially his passions. In its incipience, our relationship seemed like it wouldn't last long, but the more we fell for each other, the more comprehensible it became that we were meant for each other. One high school and college graduation later we were married. For only a short three years would we be married though. It befogs me why it couldn't have lasted longer. After all, when two people are meant for each other they live happily ever after. So, where's my happy ending? My alarm distracts my thoughts away. My room is lonely, boring, and emotionless. It's all I have. If only Thomas were here. There's an upbeat tune playing. Where is that coming from? Oh, it's the phone in my room. Not a cellular phone, but rather one that just sits on my desk plugged into the wall. It's sitting on the table with the rounded corners. I click answer. "Marilyn?" I stay silent. It's my sister. "Marilyn are you there?" Yes, I'm here. "Yes." I reply. "I'm so glad! I've missed you! They wouldn't let me call you for your first two months there." "Oh." I say. Who is she talking about? Who would not let her call me? "How is it there?" There? Does she mean home? She is speaking strangely. "Fine." "Do you remember what happened yet?" she asks me. There is a hesitation in her voice. "Remember what?" I ask. Something must be wrong. "His death Marilyn." Of course I remember my husbands death. "Of course." She sighs a sigh of relief, but it might also be pain. "Do you feel bad about it?" "Of course I do, he's my husband and he died a sad, accidental death.""That's not what I mean Marilyn." she sighs again. What does she mean? "What made you go so far?" What did I do? I didn't do anything. "I didn't do anything." "You don't remember?" she pauses, "It's okay Mar, they say you should remember eventually." Remember what? "Okay." "I've got to go for now Marilyn. I'll talk to you later, okay?" "Okay." "I love you!" I don't respond. The phone clicks and the dial tone starts playing. As I put down the phone, someone enters my room. Who would be in my home? 'Marilyn?" a man's voice asks. I turn to him. He has a long, white coat on. "Do you feel like joining the others today?" I don't respond. "That's alright. You'll get there." He turns to leave but I stop him, "Did I do something?" He hesitates, "Yes Marilyn, you did something." I stare blankly at hime for a few moments. "What did I do?" He considers the question and takes a seat on my table. "You remember your husband, correct?" I nod. "You also know that he has passed away?" I nod. "Do you remember how he died?" I think about it. Thomas died from a drunk driver. "A drunk driver." He shakes his head. "That's okay. You may not have memories from the event." What? "You killed him, Marilyn. You felt like you had no way out. You brain is blocking out the memories of it." No way out of what? I didn't want to get out of anything. "He abused you. He hit you and controlled you." What? No. He would never. "Marilyn, we think your brain is creating new memories to cope. From what we can gather, you believe you've been imagining a new life." He doesn't know what he's talking about. Thomas loved me and I loved him. He would never hurt me and I never him. "Breakfast will be here in 10 minutes." He gets up and leaves. I don't believe him. Why was he in my house anyway? So, as I was thinking, my dear Thomas was lovely...